10 Minute Tales

May 3 - Queenson in Detail

What you're about to read is practice on description, more than anything. It might lead to another project, but I won't elaborate on that unless it plays out. Watch this space!

Queenson groaned as he opened his dull blue eyes, the slight bags beneath his eyes creasing as he reluctantly faced the world. He groaned quietly as he sat up, rolling out and standing reluctantly. He scratched his stubbled chin sleepily, going through to the bathroom to shave again. He looked into the mirror and sighed. The face that stared back wasn't the face of a hero. He started shaving, the razor in hand buzzing over his pointed chin. He raised his head, shaving the stubble-moustache from beneath his stubby nose, exhaling sharply through his slim nostrils to keep hairs out. He quickly finished up, rinsing down with a quick splash of cold water, before heading into the main room. He glanced over at a box in the corner, the box Rex used to rest in. He sighed, shoulders drooping as he headed to the exercise corner. "Aurora, you there?" he asked, gravelly voice echoing briefly through the room.

"Good morning, investigator." came the simple reply.

"Gonna start exercising."

"Very well. Your current body mass index is 25.4. You are slightly overweight."

"Same old." he rolled his eyes, grabbing a handle and twisting it. A band slid out of the wall, bouncing slightly.

"Your current recorded height is five feet nine." Aurora reminded him. "Is this accurate?"

"Yeah, yeah." Queenson huffed, stretching at the band. It had already been a month since Sentinel had been replaced. Queenson was already tired of Aurora's voice, but at least it wasn't trying to murder him with half of the population. He figured that was some kind of improvement.